A/N
I changed the title AND the cover again. If you don't like it, then please tell me. I'm sorry.
The wound on my hand was finally treated and now it's stitched up. It's not infected, which is good, and I have to wear a bandage. Scott was the one that convinced the man to treat me. I'm so thankful.
"Angel, does it hurt as much, now?" Scott asked in a quiet tone. I shook my head and he smiled. He pulled me closer to him, if that was possible, and kissed the top of my head.
Ever since we got in this place, it's been hell everyday. Kevin and Kirstie are isolated while Scott and I are dehydrated. We only get a water bottle if we don't scream or cry during torture, so I never got my water. Scott only got one water bottle and we shared that one.
"Misfit, come here. It's that time of the day, buddy. Stop making out and start looking a little decent. You look like hell." One of the suited men said.
I rolled my eyes and got up, still holding hands with Scott. I tried to let go, but he looked up at me with tearful eyes.
"Please don't go." He mouthed. "I need you."
"I'm sorry."
Kirstie's POV
The only good part about this whole thing is that I'm not getting bloody. The bad part is, is that I have to watch and listen to my friends getting hurt while I do nothing.
The guards come in three times a day to drag me towards a window outside one of the boys' room. The walls are as thin as paper so I can hear everything that is said, or screamed, perfectly fine.
Right now, I'm watching the man cut Mitch everywhere. Even on his head. And what am I doing? Nothing. I can't. If I move, they'll make everyone's torture worse. I moved once, and Mitch received a hole in his hand. I learned my lesson after that. Always do what your captures say, or you'll be the one on the floor in the end. Not really a true fact/lesson, but it'll keep me and my friends alive.
"You wanna know why we don't don't that, but we do this instead?" One of the men whispered. "It's because we know how close you get to people. We know that you'll do anything for the people you love. Like your sister. Right now, she's looking for you. She knows everything because your stupid angel friend told her. Now you and your little buddies have four people looking for you. But they'll never find you. This place is off the grid. Off Earth. This is Hell, my friend. Welcome."
Angel? Hell? What did we get into?
Mitch's POV
You wanna know why your parents left? Because they knew you were gonna be hard to work with so they abandoned you. Your angel friend loves to lie, you know. Just to keep you safe, though. He doesn't want to hurt your feeling because he knows how emotional and sensitive you can be.
"Mitch? You okay?" Scott asked, holding me.
I nodded and leaned into him. I hate this. I don't wanna be here. I just want to be home with Ben.
Ben hates you. He's actually happy you're gone.
This voice has been with me for a long time actually. Since I was six. I guess my escape from him was my friends. But now look where I am.
The only person who cares about you is me. Not really though. I hate your guts.
I just don't want him back in my life. I haven't heard from him in two years. I almost forgot about him.
Can I ask you something? Why do you pretend to be all adorable and cute when you're just a broken kid who hides everything with a smile? I'll tell you, you're a pretty good actor.
"Mitch, please talk to me."
The amount of feeling you're locking up inside of you is incredible. Fear, anger, hatred, oblivion, depression. You know that movie, Inside Out? Where they have fear, anger, disgust, sadness, and joy? I'm wondering where your joy is. Probably forgotten.
I can't control myself. I can't handle this anymore. I need to let go. I need some relief.
I love how horrible you are at keeping promises. I love how horrible you are at keeping your friends close.
I need help. That's not even enough. I need to go to my happy place. Please?
